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THE REMAINS OF THE DAY... leftovers from June 19th...

The "Morrison" Shelter. Read more about defensive cover HERE.

Menoffagainorrhoea; The Day After The One Before

Then came the 20th June. The morning was taken up with a car boot sale in a field out the back of Needham Market lake.

Every man and his dog was there... I walked around the entire thing and came away with only one item. A little folding camp chair to keep in L'il Ren's trunk for picnics. Aitch got some toy kitchen furniture to keep for wee Zoe, as well as about ten pounds of strawberries and some plants. We met up with Our Friend, who also got plants and then went back to her home to have a cuppa and chat with her elderly father.

Home for lunch, then out to Otley Hall for an afternoon outside in the sun. Although I did take the chance to look inside. Only two rooms open, but they were impressive enough!

This modern globe was resting with Australia up.
How could I resist but photograph it?!
Have let the pictures speak to you down to here... as this is a privately owned property, there is actually not a lot available about its history, despite it's being an important example of Tudor architecture. In terms of the house and its early owners, the details at the bottom of the current sales particulars offer the best info. (Yes, it's for sale!!!) Additional to this is an article by the owner prior to the current ones in which is described a little more of the social context and refurb of the gardens... I wonder if the next owner will keep it private, or offer it to National Trust?

Aitch and I felt restored from the serenity of the gorgeous grounds and the company of peacocks...

Menoffagainorrhoea; Fields Repurposed P3 (a MenoSunday LLL post)

For myself, a large part of living life Lovingly is to honour those who came before us. In particular, those who gave their lives in service of their nation. One can argue much about the rights and wrongs of armed conflict, but nothing can detract from the fact that there are many centuries of lives lost to battles both small and large. Wherever one is in the world, regardless of one's nationality, those who defended our countries deserve our recognition and memory. Of course, we can hold up examples of despicable behaviours on 'the other side' (pick a side, any side), but the edges are very blurry in war (and not-war) and even 'our own side', the one we identify with, will not have been without its misdemeanours and what would be considered criminal in 'civvy street'... and sometimes even in war.

Yes, there have been and continue to be many wrongs in the name of protection of life and liberty, no matter where in the world that is. However, there are equally acts of great worth and heroism, and it is these which must be honoured. We must remember the negative in order to appreciate the positive.

The theory is that we learn history in order to not repeat it. The definition of stupidity is to keep repeating the same foolish acts expecting better results. What does this say about Mankind as a species?

These and many other thoughts came flooding forward as I began preparing these posts about my June trip to Suffolk and here we are on the fourth post about June 19th in particular, when Aitch and I visited the most amazing Flixton Air Museum. As we drove away, Aitch had her geocache satellite on and, armed with clues from around the museum, we were headed - as it turned out - to the actual airfield itself. Or what remains of it.

The cache being sought took us to a point which looked across a flat-as-a-pancake wheatfield, on which could be seen some broken down buildings that were likely survivors from that era. On researching more about this place, I discovered that we were parked at the South end of the one remaining intact piece of runway on which are to be found buildings which can be explored...

That 'top lane' now forms part of the actual road driven. The runway is the bit pointing up from my red marker. I estimate the ruins we could see sit about two thirds down that left 'lane'.

The cache located and marked, there was time to fit in another at the more traditional scene of church surrounds before going on to our tea party. It was St Peter South Elmham.

It was a most peaceful and attractive church, wherein I took the opportunity to offer up prayers of thanks and remembrance for the those whose stories we'd had the privilege to witness during our visit to Flixton. Yes, we have dedicated days in each of our countries for such remembrance, filled with pomp and circumstance which is all right and proper. However, continued remembrance is a gentler honour, more connecting, Loving. We must never forget.